A lifelong dream comes one step closer to reality.
My mother was in the army when I was a child, and in the summer of 1974 I flew with grandma to Germany to visit her. I fell asleep shortly after we took off from Oakland. When I woke up I pulled up the window screen, and 35,000 feet below I saw the strangest, most beautiful, most wondrous place imaginable. I decided at that moment that I would have to go there some day--I'd have to go to Iceland.
Tonight I booked my flight and hotel. I'll be there 37 years after the first, and last, time I saw it.